Saturday, 29 January 2011
Tuppence ha'penny gangsters.
I've been meaning to write for a while now about a series of raids and arrests in my home town of Huyton, but the whole depressing story has been difficult for me to comprehend let alone comment upon. Apparently the area quaintly named "Bakers Green" has become a hot bed of drug related gun crime with all its accompanying anti social gang activities. This area is only a few hundred yards away from where my mother still lives and it is a place I know and once loved well. An aunt and uncle of mine lived there for many years as I was growing up and the sweet shop, Arthurs butchers and Mr Macs chippy where constant features in my life (Lord Robys too). Huyton always had a reputation as being a rough place but I found its town centre with its remaining village green and small shops a fantastic place to shop with my big sister (sweets and comics from forbouys and E. Shaws) and the surrounding fields and farms a wonderland for my friend and now Californian resident Tech guy. The town centre still had two dairies and orchards surviving unchanged until the early 1970's that helped keep a village atmosphere long after the town had outgrown its rural background. Now it seems the town,indeed the world of my youth has gone and has been replaced by just one more self made ghetto of self induced mental deprivation, spiritual poverty and half arsed gangsterism....you truly can't go home.